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 Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 12:52 pm
((IM DONE SCHOOL WOOHOO! Sorry this took so long, but its off again now, and the story is almost ready to start.))
Rodaldreg claps his hands together, trying to break the tension, futile as it may be. "I'm proud of all of you." he says with a grandfatherly smile on his weatherbeaten face. "The Lady Jaina and the Warchief will be extremely pleased when they're well. Now its time to move on. Faladrim, if you would?"
The paladin nods, gemshard pauldrons, small chunks of crystal suspended in midair, bob slightly when he bows. "You are to proceed to the Isle of Quel'danas to the north, and find the Magister Eldarin Starshatter." he says, putting on his officer voice. "The Magister believes he knows something of how to stop It. Go there and do whatever he says. He's somewhat of an authority on old magic, and hes all we have.
You will leave one by one and meet west of the Duskwither Spire to the east, on the coastline by dawn tomorrow. A ship will pick you up and you will go with the recruits to the Isle. You have from now until then to pick up whatever supplies you will need and make arrangements for a long abscence. Any questions?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 10:12 pm
[WEWTZ ME TOO LOLZI got 5 A ftw surprised ]
Fatso suddenly pops out of nowhere, as he cheers out. "Oh yeah! I'm so ready for this dudes!"
[Sorry for short type. Brain death atm. Played wow for a good 36 hours and my brain's starting to melt.]
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 6:10 pm
She bowed to the assembled leaders. "Have you any idea of where we may be sent after Quel'Danas? An island may not have supplies required for different climates, so if we are going somewhere....... Silithus, or Winterspring, for example...... with a unique climate, it might be wise to buy supplies now rather than find ourselves unprepared...." her voice trailed off. They're probably going to think I'm foolish for even asking......... she thought.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 9:59 am
Shaking his head, Helkast smiled, then spoke softly, almost to himself. "If there's a way, even jus' a chance, stopping an Old God from awakenin' would be worth any sacrifice, and cheap a' the price. And if there is'n'a way ta stop it, better to go down swingin' than sitting around waitin' for the end..." Pushing himself to his feet, he swung his hammer around and planted it firmly in front of him, its inset gem flashing. He spoke again, and this time his voice was loud enough to be heard by all. "Quel'danas, eh? Leave it ter the elves to meddle with magics bes' left alone..." He grinned, taking the sting out of his words. "...Only now it could save the world. Well, never let it be said tha' Helkast Grimforge is no' a dwarf of his word - I'll go ta this island, and wherever else ya point." Hefting the great maul up onto his shoulder, he strode purposefully out of the room, pausing at the door to deliver one last remark. "Ah'll look forward ter seeing ya all tomorrow... Hope none o' yeh tends ter seasickness!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 4:14 pm
Ravox seemed quiet. He left the room, as one would assume that he would be preparing for his trip to Quel'Danas. However on his way out, he seemed to have dropped a scrap of paper. He scurried out after he dropped it, as if trying to make sure that no one associated him with the paper. The paper was only famalier with those who had come in contact with the Twilight force in Silithus. And, the likelihood for coming across that exact announcement was low. However, if one were to pick it up, they'd see but one word of the announcement.
"Faith"
Afterwards, Ravox had a long, and rather uneventful time so far in his travels to Quel'Danas.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 1:50 am
Rodaldreg looks at the mage draenei and gives a slight shake of his head. "I will be frank. I am somewhat of what is known as a farseer, a shaman that has the gift of foresight. I have tried to gain some knowledge as to what lies ahead- for some reason, my third eye is obscured. Right now, you know as much as I do. Bring what you think will be necessary, and know that there will be trade outposts beyond the civilization you have come to known, if it comes to that."
It is the next morning. As you approach the location specified, you can see a fair-sized aquatic troop transport ship not far off the coast, with several smaller rowboats hoisted onto the shore. Strewn about are young soldiers, mostly bloodelven and draenei. They are lightly armoured, nervous-looking, but all proudly wearing a black tabard featuring a shining golden helm. An older draenei male barks at them loudly, and they fall into rank.
A female blood elf, lightly armoured in red, clipboard in hand, catches a glimpse of you in the corner of her eye, and strides towards you. A broad scar intersects most of her face, and there is a slight cleft in her lip off to one side.
"You don't look like recruits. You must be the emissaries." she says with a cocksure grin. "Although some of you don't look the diplomatic type...No matter." she points to the young orc, "Can you row? We can't really spare anyone. You look strong enough. It doesn't matter. Get in that rowboat over there-" she turns and gestures to a comparitively beaten-up and rickety old rowboat a distance away from the rest of them, "and get to the Melchior ASAP. Dawdle and you'll find you're left behind." she grins wickedly, and stalks off to yell at some lagging recruits at the back of the pack, slowly filing into the other dingys.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:03 am
She nodded and quickly hopped in the boat. "I don't know how much help rowing I'll be, but I can try."
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